Girls that are boys and boys that are girls

make me nervously discontent when I can’t figure the out.

As long as they don’t try to force themselves on me I don’t worry about it.

I’m not sure if this is what you mean, but I’m confused over the whole transgender thing. How do you know you’re a boy if you’ve never been a boy? And vice versa? I don’t get it. Sounds like some kind of body dysmorphia to me, to be honest, sorry if I sound ignorant, but I am fairly ignorant on the matter, I admit!

Starting at nine, I pulled away from “the girls”, including myself. So, that experience is similar to yours.

I can understand someone identifying with the opposite gender but my ability to understand stops at someone who actually thinks they’re that gender trapped in the wrong body. I really don’t understand the desire to remove body parts. I do think everyone should be able to do what they want, but I just can’t wrap my head around it.

i am an open minded alien…people are people, i go beyond their sexuality and see the real human inside.
take care

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